Monday, July 13, 2009

Sunday, July 12, 2009

I'm alone, not lonely. And I'm depressed. You are depressing me.

I went to Barcelona. I walked around a lot. It was hot. I met Bono(!) at a museum, one of the few places in Europe to have fully embraced the concept of air conditioning. I went to Paris, it was like a giant, alcohol-fueled postcard. I liked hearing everyone speak French. I started smoking, again. I wasn't ready for it to end. Everything was very expensive. I don't understand how poor students can afford to study abroad. But you all do, don't you. I missed out on something there, apparently.

I will post pictures at some point. In the meantime, I'm busy watching late 70's cocaine murder mysteries.

I call this one, Dear 2004, it's 2pm. Why aren't you at work yet?

Ignore me, I'm bitter. I've actually been working nonstop since the moment I got home.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Last night! Man! I went to see Fleetwood Mac at the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and ended up SORT OF TOTALLY HOOKED UP aka in the front row for the last part of the show. Which was awesome, because Stevie Nicks is one of my favorite women (of famous sort). I never expected to be, like, ten feet from her. And also, because they still sound pretty great. Here are a few pictures:

Here's a bonus something awesome. I totally wanted to do a similar dance during "Stand Back", but I didn't have enough room:

I'm going to refrain from any further Stevie Nicks picspam, as I am like five seconds from oil painting wolves onto tambourines. Also, there is a Golden Girls marathon on, which I need to get back to. It is imperative. For life.